Percy Jackson's fall into Tartarus

This story is for Heroes of Olympus fans, who like Percy as the focus character. I thought up this story to entertain fans while they wait for the House of Hades to come out. Spoiler Alert! If you haven't read The Mark Of Athena, then this story will give away the ending. This is my first story, so please give me feedback to improve! I do not own any characters or content. All content belongs to Rick Riordan. Cover art belongs to fbcdn.net.

8. Lights Out

Percy gasped and searched for the source of the voice. Annabeth did the same, but even with Riptide and her knife they couldn't see more than a few meters away. Percy began to feel claustrophobic, as if the darkness were caving in on them. Suddenly, fiery light exploded all around them, making them both shield their eyes. Black spots danced in his vision as Percy tried to see in the abrupt brightness. He felt dirty, calloused hands grip his arms and pin them behind his back. Instinct made him fight them, but it was no use. His eyes adjusted quickly to the light and soon there were only a few blurry spots in his vision. Directly across from him, Annabeth was being held on her knees by a grotesque, man-like creature that was at least twice her height. He must have been an ogre of some type; Annabeth would know. Percy glanced behind him and noticed that the creature was holding his arms behind him. It took him a moment to realize their worst problem wasn't who was holding them.

The light was coming from many torches that surrounded them in a circle, almost like an arena. That brings back bad memories. What was worse, each one was being held by a different monster. He saw some that he'd seen before, and others that he never knew existed. Some he actually recognized, or at least thought he did. One off to Percy's left looked too much like Polyphemus, a cyclops that they left in the Sea of Monsters after re-damaging his eye. On the other side of the circle, very familiar Empousa cheerleader, Kelli, stood with her torch held away from her already fiery hair. She grinned wickedly, and mocked him with blown kisses. He felt himself grow hot and struggle harder against his captor. He eventually made eye contact with Annabeth, who shook her head ever so slightly side to side. Save my strength. I'm going to need it. He stopped moving, and let himself go limp instead. Surprised by the sudden added weight, the ogre holding him began to bend forward until Percy was on his knees across from Annabeth. Pleased with this, the ogre got a more comfortable grip and relaxed a little. With nothing better to do, Percy began searching for the monster that had spoken earlier. His head swung as he scanned the crowd. In front of him, Annabeth's eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth to speak. Just as fast her captor covered her mouth so her yell was muffled.

Percy didn't get a chance to turn around. The rock smashed into the back of his head so hard he fell out of his ogre's arms. He was out like a light before he even touched the ground.